I roll my hips, sinking in and out of him languidly. With his one hand still clenched at the nape of my neck, his blunt fingertips tightening and releasing with every pump of my cock, his other arm wraps around my ribs. He squeezes me tightly, as if he’s trying to meld our two bodies into one.
Choked sounds of pleasure work their way out of his mouth as I pant harder and harder with each and every thrust, gaining more and more intensity as I go. “So perfect. Babe, yes,” I murmur into his skin, pecking the clammy skin on the column of his throat.
Needing something to hold onto, I reach up and grasp the metal spindles on the headboard, allowing me to put more power behind my thrusts. Soon, skin is slapping on skin as I piston into him with increased tempo.
I can feel his abs go taught below me, his stomach hollowing out between us. Sticky pre-cum coating both of our bodies. “Gonna come,” Gordy warns me, his breathing choppy. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I’m—oh—I’m coming!”
His head thumps back on the pillow, his whole body trembling with his orgasm as he cries out. “Gannett, yes! Oh my god,” he moans, his steady stream of release almost seems never-ending.
I think watching him come undone will forever be the catalyst to tip off my own orgasm, because—ho-ly shit. A surge of euphoria careens down my spine, settling into my balls and gripping them like a vice. Warmth floods my system, shooting out of me and surging into him like a tidal wave. I feel paralyzed, rendered unable to move, from the sheer bliss as my cock pulses inside of him while his inner walls ripple around my length.
There was no warning I could have given him. This orgasm tore through me like a missile on a mission. By the time I’m fully spent, I’m reduced to a molten heap on top of him. It’s a damn good thing he’s jacked, that’s all I have to say.
“I hope you like living like this,” I huff, once I’ve finally caught my breath.
“What, here?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“No, with me on top of you. I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a bit.”
He laughs, the rumble of it passing through his chest to mine. “I’m going to need a minute too, but I’ll eventually get up to clean up this mess. Eventually, you’re going to slip out of me.”
“Noooo,” I whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I don’t want to waste it.”
“Yeeees,” he mocks me back, combing his fingers through my hair. “Maybe not tonight, but there will be plenty more where this came from.”
I peer up at him. “Promise? Cuz,sameon the not tonight thing, but I could go for this a whole hell of a lot more often.”
“If you stay, I stay.”
I grin. “Oh, I’m staying alright. I’mma haunt yo ass everyday, just like I did at the pub. The drinks you serve look a little different these days, but I don’t mind.”
His chest shakes with laughter again. “Never stop being you, Gannett,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Okay,” I promise with a grin on my face, right before my eyelids droop and I zonk right the hell out on him.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“You’restillnot going to tell me what the fudge nuggets we’re doing this weekend?” Gannett asks me from the passenger seat of my truck, mindful of his language so that Terra doesn’t drain his wallet for her swear jar—or rather, as he likes to put it, her savings account.
I’ve just picked him up at the marina, having planned a big, gay date of my own for him. I already worked everything out, behind-the-scenes, with Marcus and Caleb to make sure they had coverage from one of Wagner’s crew to help while Gannett’s away.
Twinkie yips from the back because he just heard his favorite word: nuggets. He’s had plenty already, though, because one of the first places I took the girls after picking them up from Sarah’s was the land of the golden arches—and that creepy as fuck looking clown. While they happily mow down on their kid’s meals, I pass Gannett his lunch, and tell him to settle in for a long ride.
Gannett spins in his seat. “I don’t suppose either of you ladies are going to tell me where we’re going either, are you?”
Tati giggles and shakes her head. “Nope. Mr. Gordy says we’re gonna have lots of fun though.”
“I think you’ll start to put the pieces together once you see what I need to pick up,” I muse as I pull into Hilltop Recreation—the local RV dealership.
“Oooh,” Gannett hums, practically bouncing in his seat. His eyes go comically wide. “Did you buy a camper?!”
“Renting,” I note, pulling into the lot designated for the used units.
“Seriously? You know we don’thaveto rent one, right? Evan and Brooks bought the houseboat off me, since you’re such a landlubber. If we find one we like, why not buy?”
I shrug. “Far be it formeto tell you how to spend your money.”
He points to the new lot. “Pull in there. Let’s take a peek, and see if we find anything that strikes our fancy.”
